Blessings (Extended Version [Bonus Track]) Lyrics

Straight out the gutter, really got it out the mud, woah, woah

I'm off the Perkys, now my dawg ain't doing drugs no more

I really did it now I got it in my blood, woah, woah

I feel like Shiesty, I left this one back in blood, woah, woah

You ain't really in them streets, you was probably with em

If you ain't really in them streets, then you was probably with em

Niggas hating, don't know why, but I probably hit em

And if you wanna tell me something, you should probably hit him, yeah yeah

Bread in my pockets, tryna save up for some forgies

If that bitch ain't calling, that don't mean she gon' ignore me

Oh no, no, lil' baby, I can't let you do it for me

Can't talk to these lil' bitches, they be fucking up my 4G

Bread in my pockets uh, woah, woah, woah

I've been stacking up my pockets uh, woah, woah, woah

Never fit in with the popular, woah, woah, woah

In my prime call me Optimus, woah, woah, woah

I got million dollar dreams

Million dollar things can turn to billion dollar things

My dawg was rolling up so he could boost his self-esteem

Hiding insecurities with marijuana leaf

And I know money ain't a thing

But I feel like LeBron, I need a million diamond rings

I'm just a kid that wants to make it out, I have a dream

I put it on my shoulders, then I ball out for the team

Straight out the gutter, really got it out the mud, woah, woah

I'm off the Perkys, now my dawg ain't doing drugs no more

I really did it now I got it in my blood, woah, woah

I feel like Shiesty, I left this one back in blood, woah, woah

You ain't really in them streets, you was probably with em

If you ain't really in them streets, then you was probably with em

Niggas hating, don't know why, but I probably hit em

And if you wanna tell me something, you should probably hit him, yeah yeah

Bread in my pockets uh, woah, woah, woah

I've been stacking up my pockets uh, woah, woah, woah

Never fit in with the popular, woah, woah, woah

I don't see nobody stopping us, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah

Woah, woah, woah, woah, woah

Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh

Bread up in my pockets, but I hope it don't destroy me

My cousin got indicted for some shit that would destroy me

Beauty in the struggle, that's why everyone adore me

I got it on my lonely, ain't nobody do it for me

I be on it like usual

I was in the field, I be ballin' like Julio

Bitches in the club, runnin' high off the Julio

They ain't really feelin' me

Straight out the gutter, really got it out the mud, woah, woah

Off the Perkys, now my dawg ain't doin' drugs no more

Everybody wanna be my blood, woah, woah

I feel like Shiesty, I left this one back in blood, woah, woah

If they ain't really in the streets, then you was probably with em

If you ain't really in them, you was probably with em

Them niggas hatin, don't know why, but I probably hit em

And if you wanna tell me somethin', you should probably hit him

Yeah, yeah